Look up, look down, look left, look right.
Ever since Mr. Song came in with the boxwood tray and politely served Zhang Shou a bowl of sweet soup, and even stuffed a bowl for himself, Deng Xiaodai had been keeping this attitude of sizing him up, until he felt his hands were burning. He then exclaimed, and quickly put the small bowl in his hand, which he had held for a long time, on the high table next to him, and touched his ears hard with his red fingers.
"Did you get burned? Oh, can you still bear it? If you can, blow it off. If you can't, go get some snow water to cool it down." Upon hearing the noise, Mr. Song came over immediately and said in a very familiar manner, "I heard that you are also a student of Mr. Zhang? At such a young age, you are working outside with Mr. Wang to make achievements? Oh, you are really a role model for young people, unlike me who is useless and likes to stay in the kitchen..."
Before Mr. Song could make Deng Xiaodai faint, Zhang Shou, who had just taken a mouthful of the so-called taro ball sweet soup, had to put down his spoon: "Brother Song, please let Deng Xiaodai go. When I first met you, you were still the stupid guy in Ah Liu's mouth. How come you suddenly become someone who would pester someone to death without paying for your life?"
"Once is strange, twice is familiar. I am just like this. I am honest in front of strangers, but I can't help but push my feet in front of acquaintances." Mr. Song seemed to have no idea that the word "pushing my feet" was not a good word. He returned to Zhang Shou, smiled foolishly and bowed, then said with a pleading face, "It's rare to meet a good girl who is willing to understand me, and it's rare to meet a reasonable father-in-law..."
Zhang Shou finally couldn't listen any more. You haven't even proposed marriage yet, but your father-in-law has already called you in advance! When I was living directly at my future father-in-law's house and my grandmother-in-law treated me as her grandson-in-law, I wasn't as shameless as you!
He knocked lightly on the handrail in annoyance, stopping this guy who became more and more frivolous the more familiar he became, and said with a sullen face: "Well, aren't you just worried that you will miss this opportunity? Since your uncle is not here, I will find someone else who is suitable to go to your house as a matchmaker. What do you think, Lord Weinan?"
When Zhang Shou declined before, his reason was that the Song family had an elder in the capital, and he, who was of the same generation and younger, was not suitable for this important task, so Song Juren was desperate and asked for help today when he caught Song Tuiguan. But now Zhang Shou proposed such a candidate, he nodded repeatedly in surprise, and then tried to test: "Wouldn't it be better if two people came? For example, Duke Zhao..."
"Do you want Duke Zhao to go?" Seeing Mr. Song nodding his head like pounding garlic, he said with a smile, "Of course you can, just go and ask for it yourself."
Are you kidding? His future father-in-law, Duke of Zhao Zhu Jing, is a majestic and dignified man who is carved in the same mold as his eldest son Zhu Tingfang. He would never go to see these two if he had nothing to do. How could Mr. Song have the crazy idea of looking for someone to help him propose marriage
Seeing that Mr. Song immediately became depressed, Zhang Shou had an idea, but he smiled and said, "But it would be more solemn if two people went. After all, the King of Jiangdu is a member of the royal family, and I heard that he will be in charge of the Zongzheng Division in the future. How about this, I will accompany you to the Xiangyang Earl's Mansion, firstly to see if I can invite this nobleman, and secondly to visit my student Zhang Wuji."
Having said this, he did not look at Mr. Song who was overjoyed, but nodded at Deng Xiaodai: "Xiaodai, you come too. Didn't you come back from Xuanfu this time? You should have met Duke Chu, right?"